Then he lost his temper. What are you doing? What do you mean by sending people flying to me?
"Do you know how much my glasses cost? Do you still want your job?"
Sean's side went up in laughter as soon as he said that.
Hearing the laughter, Joel became even more upset.
The man standing in front of him said to him, "Are you talking to us?"
Joel froze before fixing his gaze on the man, only to realize that the man standing before him was Sean's employee, and there was not a scratch on his body.
On the other hand, his man was lying miserably on the ground.
His elbows were covered with bruises. By the looks of his arms, the man might lose them if he was not treated in time.
"I'm sorry, Boss," the man uttered feebly.
Hearing this, Joel was ashamed and annoyed.
Joel thought he could crush Sean, yet he made a fool of himself instead.
No one would accept the fact that they humiliated themselves.
Joel glared at Sean.
"Mr. Wilmer, you don't look very pleased."
Joel replied, "Yes. I just picked someone at random. I didn't think you'd have someone who could fight. This round doesn't count. Let's try one more time."
"Suit yourself."
In Sean's opinion, he would win no matter what.
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